flight of an eagle smooth
feeling i always suit
closing my eyes to dream
i could see the river's end
snow is knee deep to walk
beneath a beast cloak
and spring up to a kill
no time to say farewell
yes, my stomach is aching
i endure, give to children
i know the will soon whisper
the true path to prosper
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